Global Thriller: My Organs Have Their Own Minds

　　It will take time to integrate these forces into its own system.

　　Feeling the temperature of Lin Hun's big hand, Yin Shuang'er's face turned slightly red, she took Lin Hun's hand and walked forward step by step.

　　The sound of the suona gradually became louder, and the paper money flew more densely.

　　Accompanied by a gloomy cool breeze.

　　The figures of the two disappeared into the horror room.

　　crackle!

　　The flames were burning, gradually igniting the entire tent.

　　The rising fire finally caught the attention of some existence.

　　Jingle Jingle!

　　A burst of cheerful music sounded.

　　A figure wearing a bear puppet costume appeared in front of the burning tent.

　　He raised his head to look at the burning tent, raised his thick bear paw, and grabbed it silently.

　　The flames on this burning tent, like a rewinded video, quickly shrank and extinguished.

　　The tents that were burned into the frame also gradually recovered as the flames shrank.

　　The figure in this puppet costume is actually at the restart time!

　　He was going to set the time back to a time when the circus was safe.

　　But the burning flames traced back to only a few sparks left.

　　The tattered tent was restored to when only a few cracks remained.

　　The palm of the bear puppet suddenly exploded with blood.

　　A large amount of paper money spurted out from the wound in his palm

　　At the same time, the tent that had been restored for most of it suddenly turned into paper, collapsing into a blood-colored paper money.

　　Fluttering.

　　It is about to shroud the bear puppet.

　　"........."

　　Facing the paper money used by the tide, the bear puppet just gently lifted the other bear's paw, which was not injured, and scratched at the paper money.

　　laugh!

　　The floating paper money seemed to have suffered invisible erosion, turned into flying ash in mid-air, and disappeared into the air. .

　　After the puppet did all this, he silently raised his injured hands and looked down.

　　At this time, the wound on his palm is constantly being repaired.

　　But the repair speed is a bit slow.

　　If you look closely, you will find that there are many papery flying floes gushing out from His wounds.

　　hinder the recovery of His wounds.

　　The bear doll who found this opened his mouth

　　The terrifying bloody mouth under his smashing puppet costume was revealed.

　　"Ah~"

　　"Wow!"

　　A bite into his own palm.

　　In the splattered blood, half of the injured palm was bitten off by it.

　　After chewing the palm of his mouth, the bear was not enough to spit out a mass of blood-colored cotton wool, which was placed on the wound where the blood (bfdd) of the bear's paw was flowing.

　　A layer of brown cloth quickly stretched, completely covering the wound on its palm.

　　Soon, the wound on His hand disappeared.

　　After doing all this, the puppet bear took a deep look at the circus wreckage and left here with a sway.

　　With his departure, the cheerful music that surrounded the air also disappeared.

　　…………

　　"Ok!"

　　in a ghost village.

　　Yin Shuang'er, who returned from the Thriller Wonderful Room, suddenly changed her face, and a deep tooth mark appeared on her hand.

　　The teeth marks were thick and sharp, penetrating directly through the bones, leaving several penetrating holes in her palm.

　　"You are hurt."

　　Seeing the wound on Yin Shuang'er's palm, Lin Hun's expression changed.

　　He knew that she must have suffered some kind of attack that he could not observe.

　　"I'm fine, it's just a minor injury."

　　Shaking his palm, a few pieces of paper money flew over and attached to the wound, blocking the scary appearance of the wound.

　　But Lin Hun keenly saw that the paper money attached to the wound seemed to have been eroded by something, and was rapidly decaying.

　　"This is not a minor injury..."

　　Lin Hun raised his hand and touched Yin Shuang'er's head, and slashed his wrist like a knife.

　　hiss!

　　There was a sound of tearing teeth, and there was a large wound on Lin Hun's wrist.

　　Fresh blood rushed out, Lin Hun grabbed Yin Shuang'er's hand and dripped blood on her wound.

　　The blood that combines the power of life and the power of the soul is a mysterious medicine.

　　Under the pouring of these blood, the curse wrapped around Yin Shuang'er's hand was quickly offset, and the wound was also quickly healed.

　　It only took a moment for her hand to recover as if it had never been injured.

　　"Master..."

　　Yin Shuang'er, who was caught by Lin Hun's palm, was moved to tears by Lin Hun's operation to heal her wounds with blood.

　　With tears in her big eyes, she looked at Lin Hun's wrist with distress on her face.

　　"Little things, look, haven't I healed?"

　　In this regard, Lin Hun didn't care too much.

　　With his current physique, the amount of blood hematopoiesis every day is more than ten times that of ordinary people.

　　He only needed to drink a few more glasses of water to make up for the loss of this blood, which would not have any effect on his body at all.

　　He raised his wrist. At this time, the wound on his wrist had healed by itself, and there was not even a scar left.

　　"Don't hurt yourself like this in the future, I feel bad."

　　Leaning gently on Lin Hun's body, Yin Shuang'er said softly.

　　"Seeing you hurt for me makes me more distressed."

　　Touching Yin Shuang'er's soft and cold black hair, Lin Hun's eyes flashed with a trace of flame.

　　After today's encounter, he found that he had been too slack recently.

　　I thought that with a black disaster-level wife, everything would be foolproof.

　　But in fact he was too naive.

　　Black plague is not the end of terror.

　　A stronger being is hidden in the abyss of death.

　　If you want to live well, you must have stronger strength.

　　Only in this way can you protect yourself and the people who matter to you.

　　Lin Hun's eyes were sharp, and his fighting spirit was ignited again. .

Chapter 201

　　"came back……"

　　Lying in the ghost coffin, looking at the bloody full moon in the sky, Lin Hun looked solemn.

　　"The world over there will completely overlap with this world sooner or later. I've been a little slack recently."

　　Standing up from the ghost coffin, Lin Hun stepped out, shrinking the ghost coffin and retracting it.

　　Feeling the shadow of complete silence, he was silent for a moment and sighed.

　　"The shadow is being digested and absorbed. My strength has been weakened by at least [-]%. Going to challenge the door in this state is undoubtedly courting death. During this time - I have to keep a low profile."

　　"But I can't be idle, since the key to the black disaster level is to build a domain of your own in addition to obtaining a complete puzzle."

　　"Shuang'er said that the domain is the sublimation of the mythical creature, and the existence of the strongest power and the greatest obsession of the host of the domain master."

　　"It can be its own ghost, or it can be a special scene dominated by itself."

　　"But the most important point is that you must have absolute control over this domain."

　　"So what does my domain need as a core?"

　　Lin Hun examined himself and found a very serious problem.

　　He has too much power.

　　The power of organs, a ghost puzzle dominated by organs.

　　It belongs to his paradise.